Chapter 149 Dark centipede

The night was getting darker, and the three roommates in the same tent had fallen asleep, but Wang Wujian had no intention to sleep. On the first day he came to Xuanlongtan, he had a strange feeling. It was an illusion that made his back pale and cold. It seemed that there was an unjust soul pestering him, which made him always have to be vigilant, like walking. Thin ice.

Wang Wujian wrapped in a leather jacket and sneaked out, and a cold night wind made him shiver involuntarily. The temperature in the northern region varies greatly between day and night. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as wearing a leather jacket early and sand at noon, but this abnormality does not cause trouble to most people present. They are not even afraid of the poison of ordinary centipedes, and how can they care about the night cold?

There are only a few stars shining faintly in the sky. The whole world is still very gray, but it is a hundred times better than the darkness last night.

Wang Wujian turned around the carriage and suddenly found Sikong Zixian sitting alone next to the fire. The beautiful shadow looked very arrogant under the reflection of the firelight. The narrow shadow swayed left and right under the beating of the firelight, which was enchanting.

"What are you thinking about?" Wang Wujian quietly walked over and asked softly.

Sikong Zixian was too distracted. Although he tried his best to avoid causing shock, it also made her tremble all over. The weapon was clenched in her hand. The red soul power instantly appeared at her handle, and the red soul power was mixed with a faint golden yellow color. Obviously, it was about to break through the realm of refining, and the red light no longer flashed. But like a substantial layer of red cloth, it means that her martial soul has grown into an intermediate primitive level.

"...It's nothing. I can't sleep, so I came out to make a fire." Sikong Zixian squeezed out a pure smile and paused, but the sad cloud in his heart still saw a hint, "How did you come out? You are injured, and it's not easy to get a night cold. Go back and have a rest!"

Wang Wujian smiled and sat close to her, which made Sikong Zixian look at him strangely and moved shyly to the side.

"This is a Longtan tiger cave, but it's a pity that I learned it too late. I was wrong... I'm naive... I regret calling you here, but now we can only look for opportunities to escape. We can't be emotional, otherwise we can't leave one." Wang Wujian stared at the fire as if talking to himself.

Sikong Zixian expressed his concern in his eyes and did not express any opinions.

Wang Wujian was silent for a moment, and suddenly his mind lit up. He suddenly remembered something and cautiously said to Sikong Zixian, "I want you to see something for me?"

Sikong Zixian was stunned and said, "What? It's so mysterious."

Wang Wujian smiled and did not answer. He took out a book from his arms, which was the book "Golden Cicada Out of Shell".

Sikong Zixian's smile stiffened for a moment, and then looked at him with a surprised face, full of disbelief. The book she had never found was in Wang Wujian's hand at this moment.

Wang Wujian smiled at him and handed the book over. Sikong Zixian felt a little dreamy. She held the book in her hands, and a pair of bright eyes like the moon flashed to explore the mystery of the book.

"Can you see the deep meaning?" After a while, Wang Wujian asked softly.

Sikong Zixian took a deep breath, shook her head and replied, "I think you must have known its function, right?"

Wang Wujian nodded. That night, it was difficult for Yu Chiyan to tell herself the role of the book. However, at present, it seems that as long as he shakes his head, Sikong Zixian will take the initiative to tell the secret.

"I don't see what it has to do with the residual picture?" Sikong Zixian said, "The title page of the book is very thin and not like it is mixed with other things, and the paper is very soft, so it should not be able to make a watermark."

"You look so carefully." Wang Wujian frankly praised that he had never thought of these things, but Sikong Zixian had finalized it in the blink of an eye, and he expected that she had carried out careful deliberation in some mysterious way, and looked at her appearance and did not lie. The mystery of this book is really beyond ordinary people to understand.

Suddenly, there was a sound of lifting in the tent somewhere. Wang Wujian quickly hid the book and pretended to add firewood as if nothing had happened.

When he turned his head and looked around, he inadvertently found that there were countless silvery things swimming on the mountain not far away, like fireflies crawling on the ground, extremely gorgeous, and the speed was not slower than fireflies.

"What are you looking at?" Sikong Zixian looked at him and said.

Wang Wujian shook his head, but his eyes still stared at the spectacular spectacle in the distance. It seemed to be a fantasy-like beauty, just like in &&& at the beginning. Everything seemed to be elusive, but it was real. It was beautiful and wonderful, and people couldn't help but be intoxicated.

Sikong Zixian followed his eyes, and a piece of silvery things on a mountain not far from the right quickly climbed over one mountain after another and rushed over here, like waves.

Sikong Zixian screamed, as if she had seen an earth-shaking monster. Her snow-white and delicate face changed greatly at this moment, and she was a little ferocious in disguise under the light of fire.

"What's wrong? What are they? It looks spectacular!" Wang Wujian slowly stood up and asked. Although he didn't understand how the scene was caused, he didn't think it was something that could kill people.

"It's a dark centipede..." Sikong Zixian's tone was stiff, and her originally bright eyes turned into holes, and even the firelight could not form light and shadow in her eyes.

"Dark centipede? Then how can it shine?" Wang Wujian asked curiously.

"It is black during the day, absorbs sunlight, and emits a faint light at night. Its toxicity is not strong, but it can release energy from the body in an instant. The whole body will become as hot as red iron, and it can instantly penetrate into the human body, thus taking human life." Sikong Zixian's tone suddenly accelerated and quickly explained, "We have to wake up the others. They are for strangers. I think there are more centipede behind..."

Wang Wujian did not dare to hesitate and quickly shouted at his three sleeping roommates. Except for Wang Wujian and other martial arts spirits in the refining realm, the worst has also entered the mysterious realm, so his shouts woke them up, and the whole valley was full of abuse for a while.

"Which bastard is idle and interferes with your uncle's sleep?" A man walked towards Wang Wujian in a daze.

Not only does Wang Wujian recognize him, but everyone present is familiar with him. He is the freak who eats centipede during the day. Wang Wujian is still afraid of his image.

"Oh, damn, is it a dark centipede?" The man exclaimed, and his hazy little eyes immediately stared round.

"Don't you know how to eat it? Why don't you just eat them?" One man made fun of it disapprovingly. Obviously, he did not know the horror of the dark centipede.

"Bah, you know nothing. I dare not touch it. Whoever touches it will get into the body immediately. So many dark centipede, damn it, wait to die!" The man roared angrily.

"You claim to be 'poisonous', but you find a way to get rid of them?" The other person changed color when he heard the words, and the dark centipede group had climbed to the nearest hill. Even if they were not afraid of such a small reptile, there were so many that anyone had to prepare for accidental poisoning.

"There is a fart way. The two legs can't run more than a dozen legs. We can only risk it. Tonight, either we die or they die." The poison shouted loudly and was the first to rush over.

However, he was the only one who rushed over. Although most people saw the great danger from his words, expressions and actions, no one took action - if it is inevitable to fight a war, such a situation is undoubtedly a perfect time to kill competitors. Self-guaranty has become a project that most people do not choose.

However, a strong wind swept towards the sea with the bright mountains and fields. The cold night wind was mixed with the unique fishy smell of centipede, which seemed to have a strong smell of death, which shocked everyone.

"Futam, at this time, look at me, I look at you, stand and wait to die!" Fu Hu shouted, waved the axe for two weeks, and rushed over.

Wang Wujian, with the help of Sikong Zixian, slowly retreated along the wall to the other side.

"If you don't work together, don't say that you are a master of the spiritual emperor. Even the heavenly strong may not be able to live tonight..." A man rose up in the air, and a blood-red double-edged knife in his hand waved wantonly. The dazzling purple light instantly flashed in front of him and protected his body. As soon as the voice fell, he saw the figure sliding. The next moment, he stood in the gorge. At the entrance of the valley, prepare to resist the invasion of the dark centipede.